A Saying of the Old Duke of Ormond's, Versified

I.Like an old clock, impaired by time,Neglected and forlorn I stand,The cheerful bells no longer chime,And motionless remains each hand.II.The springs and wheels with rust o'ergrown,How faithful once, now matters not,How just each stroke, how clear each tone,How regular ... are all forgot.III.Yet though old age destroys my power,Though dumb, forlorn, I bear each slight,Unvarying still, I point the hour,And once a day, at least, am right.